I would try and write something ridiculously long here to try and express my happiness - but I'm frankly exhausted.
Instead, I'm going to shut up and let you read another excerpt. XD
OAC
- "Not all who wander are lost."
Excerpt of the Week:
“Again, you continue to amaze me,” he confessed, and as my gaze travelled over his face, his expression still hadn’t completely returned to the serene and calm demeanour that he usually acquired.
“Well, I may be ignorant to your brilliance, but I’m certainly not ignorant to my own.” I stated self-assuredly, and his eyebrows rose in curiosity.
“Is that so?” he laughed quietly, the left side of his mouth pulling upwards into a lopsided grin.
“It seems that I’m not the only overconfident one at the table.”
“It’s not overconfidence. It’s just stating the obvious.”
He pursed his lips as he leaned closer on the table towards me. “Do you have an answer to everything I say Miss Dawson?”
“Why?” I questioned, using his own words from yesterday against him. “Are you having second thoughts?”
He laughed in reply, his shoulders shaking at the gesture as sat back in the chair, no longer inclining himself towards me. His eyes appraised me for a moment, and his head tilted to the right slightly as he crossed his arms loosely over his chest.
“Will you go out for dinner with me tomorrow night?”
I smiled coyly. “On the condition that you stop trying to convince me of this brilliance that is supposed to exist.”
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Write or Die
This site is actually hilarious. You're given a time limit, and a word count to hit, then it gives you a blank page to start writing. If you set it to "evil", when you're inactive for about a few seconds, the page keeps getting a darker and darker shade of red until you start typing again, and then turns white again. There are different settings, such as "forgiving", "strict" and then "evil" - but it is one sure way to keep you writing, because you want to try and keep the screen as white as possible! Even if that means typing in commas constantly so that you can try and think.
(http://writeordie.drwicked.com/)
OAC
- "Not all who wander are lost."
Excerpt:
“Can we... talk?” I asked tentatively, my own confidence flying out the window as soon as he nodded firmly. He tried to sit down again at the table, but I shook my head quickly and gestured towards the open door that led outside.
Wordlessly, he followed me, ignoring how the eyes of the lunch room turned to stare at us – especially the table in the corner. Even Ashley had stopped listening to her music.
I stopped by the brick wall that ran around the outside of the tarmac playground, and I breathed in deeply, before turning to face him. The intensity that I’d seen in the lunchroom had disappeared from his eyes, and all that was left was who he truly was; vulnerable, uncertain and withdrawn.
“You wanted to talk,” he prompted quietly.
I bit down on my lip, struggling to find the right words. “I just think... that maybe you need to find another friend.”
“You don’t want to sit with me anymore?”
“That’s not it!” I said sharply, before sighing in frustration. I turned away from him slightly, one hand gripping the brick wall for support. “I didn’t phrase it right. I think that you need to be able to call someone else your friend – other than just me.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a step towards me and rested his hand gently against my shoulder. “Emmy, I don’t want another friend.”
“What if I’m sick one day for school? What if Sebastian really does talk to me and he does like me? I can’t leave you alone Adam, knowing that you’ll just be sat there in the lunch room all by yourself!”
He took another step forward so that both his hands were holding my shoulders. “Stop worrying,” he murmured. I turned around to face him, my eyebrows sloping downward into a frown. He pulled lightly and teasingly on the end of my pigtail. “You know me. Being by myself always suits me better.”
“Doesn’t that thought make you lonely?”
“Not lonely,” he smiled, “just independent.”
“If you say so,” I sighed reluctantly, but before I could avert my gaze back down towards the floor, he put a finger underneath my chin and brought up back up to face him. I shivered slightly at the contact.
“I don’t say so, I know so,” he said smugly, regaining the confidence that he would only dare to show around me.
(http://writeordie.drwicked.com/)
OAC
- "Not all who wander are lost."
Excerpt:
“Can we... talk?” I asked tentatively, my own confidence flying out the window as soon as he nodded firmly. He tried to sit down again at the table, but I shook my head quickly and gestured towards the open door that led outside.
Wordlessly, he followed me, ignoring how the eyes of the lunch room turned to stare at us – especially the table in the corner. Even Ashley had stopped listening to her music.
I stopped by the brick wall that ran around the outside of the tarmac playground, and I breathed in deeply, before turning to face him. The intensity that I’d seen in the lunchroom had disappeared from his eyes, and all that was left was who he truly was; vulnerable, uncertain and withdrawn.
“You wanted to talk,” he prompted quietly.
I bit down on my lip, struggling to find the right words. “I just think... that maybe you need to find another friend.”
“You don’t want to sit with me anymore?”
“That’s not it!” I said sharply, before sighing in frustration. I turned away from him slightly, one hand gripping the brick wall for support. “I didn’t phrase it right. I think that you need to be able to call someone else your friend – other than just me.”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a step towards me and rested his hand gently against my shoulder. “Emmy, I don’t want another friend.”
“What if I’m sick one day for school? What if Sebastian really does talk to me and he does like me? I can’t leave you alone Adam, knowing that you’ll just be sat there in the lunch room all by yourself!”
He took another step forward so that both his hands were holding my shoulders. “Stop worrying,” he murmured. I turned around to face him, my eyebrows sloping downward into a frown. He pulled lightly and teasingly on the end of my pigtail. “You know me. Being by myself always suits me better.”
“Doesn’t that thought make you lonely?”
“Not lonely,” he smiled, “just independent.”
“If you say so,” I sighed reluctantly, but before I could avert my gaze back down towards the floor, he put a finger underneath my chin and brought up back up to face him. I shivered slightly at the contact.
“I don’t say so, I know so,” he said smugly, regaining the confidence that he would only dare to show around me.
Thursday, 5 November 2009
No Sleep
If I snap at you, it's not intentional - I promise. First night of NaNoWriMo, I didn't sleep until 4. Second night, I got to sleep at 1. Third night, 12. Fourth night, 11.
It's getting easier... but the rate at which my word count rate increases is also getting slower. *sigh*.
I reached 13k with my word count today, which still isn't as much as the Zombie (who's flying ahead with 18k), but it's more than I expected I'd get!
If you've read this far, I congratulate you. Here's an excerpt as a reward... or a punishment. [It just depends whether you view my writing as nice to read, or like being dragged through hell backwards on a flamethrower].
OAC
- "Not all who wander are lost."
Excerpt of the Week:
“Hey!” a boy called across the playground towards us suddenly, and I startled, dropping the chalk onto the floor. He walked towards the swings within a few seconds, his arms folded over his chest, as he stared at us both in turn. “Give me back my chalk,” he stated, before holding his arm outstretched and waiting.
“It isn’t your chalk,” I retorted, and I quickly bent down to retrieve it. The boy’s name was Oliver. I didn’t like him, not one little bit. Thankfully he wasn’t in any of my lessons, but that didn’t mean I never saw him.
Oliver grinned. “Emily, give it here. I’ll tell on you, I swear it. It’s my chalk.”
I stuffed the small piece of blue chalk into my pocket. There was no way it could have been his. We’d each been given some at the start of the day for our art classes, and this was the same piece that I’d been given. He must have lost his, and he was too afraid to own up to it.
“You’re a liar.” I said determinedly, my jaw set stubbornly. I watched his eyes turn from amusement to anger, all in the space of a few short seconds.
Before I could blink, he’d taken a step forward and pushed me into the grass. “I’m not a liar!” he stated angrily. “You’re a liar. You and your stupid pigtails, and your stupid boyfriend!”
I didn’t even have time to defend myself, because Adam had stepped forward in front of me.
“You don’t hit a girl,” he said coldly, and Oliver’s eyes widened. “It wasn’t your piece of chalk, and you know it. Mrs Daniels took your piece away in maths class because you drew on the desk.”
Oliver hesitated, his face paling.
“Apologize.”
“I won’t apologize to a girl,” Oliver protested, and Adam smiled to himself, before taking a step towards him. Oliver panicked.
“You and your girlfriend can keep your stupid piece of chalk,” Oliver said quickly, before turning on his heel and stalking across the playground to where his friends were grouped in the corner.
“Are you alright?” Adam asked as he sat beside her on the grass. His eyes raked over the mud on her hands, all the way to the undone shoelace of hers.
“Thank you,” I said quietly, and he blushed red again, before moving to tie my lace as he tried to occupy himself by doing something. “I’ve never had someone defend me before.”
“He shouldn’t have pushed you,” Adam replied, his face still beat red. His hands shook nervously as he finished tying my laces, and I knew it wasn’t from the cold. Watching Adam defend me had been the first time that anyone else had ever seen the confidence lurking within him. All they usually saw was someone who was reserved and shy. A person, who never handed in his homework late, never answered in class but always got top marks, and someone that hadn’t left my side since we knew each other.
He stood up, offering me his hand to take. Then, as soon as my feet were firmly on the ground, I threw my arms around him suddenly, and his eyes widened in reply. “Thank you anyway,” I muttered into his shirt.
His hands, uncertain and tentative, came to rest lightly against my back.
It's getting easier... but the rate at which my word count rate increases is also getting slower. *sigh*.
I reached 13k with my word count today, which still isn't as much as the Zombie (who's flying ahead with 18k), but it's more than I expected I'd get!
If you've read this far, I congratulate you. Here's an excerpt as a reward... or a punishment. [It just depends whether you view my writing as nice to read, or like being dragged through hell backwards on a flamethrower].
OAC
- "Not all who wander are lost."
Excerpt of the Week:
“Hey!” a boy called across the playground towards us suddenly, and I startled, dropping the chalk onto the floor. He walked towards the swings within a few seconds, his arms folded over his chest, as he stared at us both in turn. “Give me back my chalk,” he stated, before holding his arm outstretched and waiting.
“It isn’t your chalk,” I retorted, and I quickly bent down to retrieve it. The boy’s name was Oliver. I didn’t like him, not one little bit. Thankfully he wasn’t in any of my lessons, but that didn’t mean I never saw him.
Oliver grinned. “Emily, give it here. I’ll tell on you, I swear it. It’s my chalk.”
I stuffed the small piece of blue chalk into my pocket. There was no way it could have been his. We’d each been given some at the start of the day for our art classes, and this was the same piece that I’d been given. He must have lost his, and he was too afraid to own up to it.
“You’re a liar.” I said determinedly, my jaw set stubbornly. I watched his eyes turn from amusement to anger, all in the space of a few short seconds.
Before I could blink, he’d taken a step forward and pushed me into the grass. “I’m not a liar!” he stated angrily. “You’re a liar. You and your stupid pigtails, and your stupid boyfriend!”
I didn’t even have time to defend myself, because Adam had stepped forward in front of me.
“You don’t hit a girl,” he said coldly, and Oliver’s eyes widened. “It wasn’t your piece of chalk, and you know it. Mrs Daniels took your piece away in maths class because you drew on the desk.”
Oliver hesitated, his face paling.
“Apologize.”
“I won’t apologize to a girl,” Oliver protested, and Adam smiled to himself, before taking a step towards him. Oliver panicked.
“You and your girlfriend can keep your stupid piece of chalk,” Oliver said quickly, before turning on his heel and stalking across the playground to where his friends were grouped in the corner.
“Are you alright?” Adam asked as he sat beside her on the grass. His eyes raked over the mud on her hands, all the way to the undone shoelace of hers.
“Thank you,” I said quietly, and he blushed red again, before moving to tie my lace as he tried to occupy himself by doing something. “I’ve never had someone defend me before.”
“He shouldn’t have pushed you,” Adam replied, his face still beat red. His hands shook nervously as he finished tying my laces, and I knew it wasn’t from the cold. Watching Adam defend me had been the first time that anyone else had ever seen the confidence lurking within him. All they usually saw was someone who was reserved and shy. A person, who never handed in his homework late, never answered in class but always got top marks, and someone that hadn’t left my side since we knew each other.
He stood up, offering me his hand to take. Then, as soon as my feet were firmly on the ground, I threw my arms around him suddenly, and his eyes widened in reply. “Thank you anyway,” I muttered into his shirt.
His hands, uncertain and tentative, came to rest lightly against my back.
Sunday, 1 November 2009
NaNoWriMo
Due to some strange, freakish malfunction of my brain, I've come up with the idea that it's actually possible for me to write 50,000 in just one month. In all fairness, you can blame NaNoWriMo for the idea [http://www.nanowrimo.org/].
The aim is to write 50,000 words in just ONE month (during November). On top of school work essays, tennis lessons, music lessons, piano exams, making time for friends, washing my hair, brushing my teeth, putting on clean clothes in the morning...
*clears throat*, moving on.
If anyone wishes to join me on my escapade of insanity, comment or link me to your NaNoWriMo profile! Insanity with company is far better than insanity coupled with loneliness.
OAC
- "Not all who wander are lost."
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